A Little Hallucination

[Rogue]

Officer Torres pulled up to the gates of Xavier's school, looking at the girl in back. She was huddled in on herself, muttering, rocking back and forth but calmer then when he'd first seen her at the hospital.

He shut down his vehicle and prepared to try to take her inside- her ID had given this as her address. It had become obvious she didn't like to be touched, but it also appeared that just the threat of it got her moving.

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro had been in the midst of his mid-evening security sweep when he saw a car approach the grounds. He was dressed down, wearing a sweatshirt and dark slacks, since he was not on duty. He saw a man exit the vehicle with a young woman or a child in a cloak; he could not quite make out her size from beneath her outfit and from his distance. He came closer to the two of them, about to ask why he had come, when he realized he recognized the man: it was Hector Torres, a fellow officer. They occasionally had overlapping shifts.:: "Is something wrong, Torres?"

[Rogue]

"Maximoff?" Torres hadn't really known where the guy lived. "Small world. This girl had this address on her ID. She fell down and cracked her head pretty good, had to get her treated at the hospital. The docs thought there was something more wrong, but she's legal and said she wanted to go home, so..." He half shuffled Rogue forward; she kept shifting her gaze from one spot to another, looking panicked. "She freaked out on the hospital staff. It was something."

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro's experience with hospitals was, fortunately, minimal, certainly outdated to an extent. The last time he'd been there as a visitor had been with Emily after the battle in Washington. If the girl now was age of majority, he supposed nobody would be called as guardian, although he considered it courtesy, evidently lacking in Manhattan hospitals. With her head still beneath the cloak, he couldn't get a good look at her, although she certainly behaved...off.:: "I will get her looked at and put her to bed."

[Rogue]

Rogue suddenly bolted away from the officer. "Let go of me!" The hood came off her head, her striped hair obvious. "Leave me alone, leave me alone, please...!" She sounded like she was begging, and looked it, but she wasn't facing them at all.

Torres started when she tore away from them but didn't try to stop her; better here then the car. "That's what I'm talking about."

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro tensed briefly, imperceptibly, when her hood came loose, revealing the stripe in her hair. The Rogue-girl. His concern was reclassified as a merge of obligatory responsibility and annoyance. And yet...her behavior was strange for her; she was usually not this animated nor paranoid. Perhaps the head trauma was extensive. He glanced at her for a moment, and then settled his attention back on Torres.:: "We have a doctor who can look her over."

[Rogue]

"Good, 'cause she's..." Torres made the hand signal next to his head universally recognized as 'crazy'. "I gotta go. They're getting up my ass about spending too long at drop offs like this."

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro nodded a single time in understanding.:: "Thank you for dropping her off."

::That obligation met, he walked in Rogue's direction, his hands at his sides in a relatively non-threatening manner; as non-threatening as Pietro Maximoff could ever be.:: "Come here."

[Rogue]

She turned and looked in the direction of his voice, saw the white hair, and panicked. "No, no, no, please Ah can't, Ah don't know what's wrong, they're everywhere..." The metal in the fence didn't move, but the metal that was on her did. "Please don't call him up, Ah don't wanna remember him..."

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Django's God, this was nothing like the head trauma with which Pietro was familiar. That involved weakness, memory loss, even personality shift; yet this did not seem to be one of those. He reminded himself to keep calm, and if it were not for the fact that Uncle had been running himself ragged, he would call in the other man. Yet, what type of officer was he if he could not subdue a child, even if it was the Rogue-girl.

He noticed the metal on her flutter, and he ignored it, because he had enough problems right now without associations.:: "I am calling nobody. Come here; we can go inside."

[Rogue]

"Yes you are, you're calling THEM...HIM!!!" she shrieked, and pointed somewhere behind him, at faces only she could see. Her necklace floated upwards, a ring flew off her hand and went into the grass. Her expression shifted, she crumpled to her knees. "Ah don't know what's wrong, Ah can't get mah head right..."

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro thought about everything he knew about this girl: she was friends with Shade, she'd slept with Magneto, and she could absorb powers and memories through touch. Well...he hoped she hadn't seen Magneto recently for his own sake if not hers and the peace of mind of everyone around them. He reached out to take her necklace and lower it; it was instinct.:: "Did you touch anyone?"

[Rogue]

"Don't touch me," she said, a little angrily, his hand was too close. But she was beginning to cry through it. "Ah don't remember," she said, the anger turning to a whimper. "All Ah see is eyes, and there are voices..." Tears came down her face freely.

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro's lips drew into a frown, because he recognized those symptoms. Those were symptoms of one of the many illnesses Samson had been so quick to label him: auditory hallucinations, visual hallucinations. This was schizophrenia. If she had touched someone with that illness, this would become unbearable quickly.:: "I won't touch you. We need to get you inside; I...know what this is."

[Rogue]

"Nonono, Ah can't go inside, they'll get me inside..." she whimpered, even though a part of her had no idea who "they" were.